Brother, just how powerful is our family?

He pulled the lamppost out of its base, along with a section of wire, sparks flying everywhere.

The lamppost was about three meters long and quite heavy, but it felt as light as a feather in Chen Changsheng's hands.

With this, things will be much easier.

"Stay close to me," Chen Changsheng said in a deep voice.

He gripped the lamppost with both hands and strode forward.

Ahead, two madmen are tearing at an old man who has already fallen to the ground.

Hearing footsteps, they simultaneously raised their heads, their blood-red eyes fixed on Chen Changsheng, and roared as they pounced.

Chen Changsheng did not stop.

He swung the lamppost, sweeping it horizontally.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two poles sent the two madmen flying, crashing into the roadside wall with a dull thud.

Their bodies were twisted at bizarre angles, countless bones broken, yet they continued to twitch on the ground, trying to get up.

Chen Changsheng didn't even look at it and continued forward.

Along the way, madmen kept rushing at us.

Some rushed in from the side, some chased after them from behind, and some even jumped out of the second-floor windows.

Chen Changsheng swept them all away, one by one.

If the person blocking the way wasn't a madman, but an ordinary person fleeing for their life, Chen Changsheng would treat them the same way, sweeping them away with a single swing.

At this moment, there's no time for politeness.

Moreover, ordinary people were so frightened by the sight of Chen Changsheng waving a lamppost that they kept their distance.

After all, who would dare approach a tough guy who can pull out a steel lamppost with one hand and sweep a madman away with a single blow?

The two-kilometer journey took less than ten minutes.

When Chen Changsheng and his family finally arrived at the parking lot, they were met with a pile of madmen lying on the ground behind them. They were all the ones who had tried to stop them but had been swept away by Chen Changsheng.

The parking lot was also in chaos.

Some people were desperately trying to squeeze into cars, some were being bitten by madmen inside their cars, and several cars had crashed together, billowing black smoke.

Chen Changsheng strode towards their aircraft.

It was a silver-white anti-gravity aircraft with a streamlined body, quietly hovering in its designated parking space.

Chen Changsheng took out the remote control and pressed the unlock button.

The hatch slid open silently.

"Go up," Chen Changsheng urged.

His wife and son quickly climbed into the aircraft. Chen Changsheng glanced back—

In the distance, thick smoke and screams filled the sky above the entire city.

More lunatics are emerging, and more people are being torn apart. The entire neighborhood has become a living hell.

Chen Changsheng's eyes flickered.

Without hesitation, he climbed into the aircraft and closed the hatch.

The next second, the aircraft took off vertically and quickly climbed to an altitude of 1,000 meters.

From the air, the city is in complete chaos.

The streets were filled with fleeing crowds and frantic chasers. Thick smoke rose from several fires, and the sounds of sirens, screams, and roars mingled together, faintly reaching the sky.

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath and turned on the communicator.

"Yanhuang Civilization Emergency Center, please respond."

A few seconds later, a calm voice sounded: "Connected, please speak."

"Chen Changsheng, citizen of Yanhuang, citizen number HY0723841." Chen Changsheng's voice was fast but clear. "I am currently over Europe, and my coordinates are synchronized. A large-scale anomaly has occurred in the city below. A large number of ordinary people have suddenly gone mad, attacking and biting others, suspected to be zombies. The number of madmen is conservatively estimated to be over a hundred, and it is still spreading rapidly."

"The madman's physical abilities far exceed those of ordinary people. I personally witnessed a person being attacked being completely powerless to fight back. I myself have also knocked down more than a dozen, confirming that their strength, speed, and ability to withstand blows far exceed those of ordinary people. Ordinary people simply cannot resist them."

"Repeated—A suspected large-scale zombie outbreak is rapidly spreading. We request the Yanhuang Civilization to closely monitor the situation and take countermeasures as necessary."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, then the steady voice spoke again:

"Message received and recorded. Mr. Chen Changsheng, please return to the Yanhuang Mainland immediately and do not linger in the area where the incident occurred. Further matters will be handled by designated personnel."

Chen Changsheng nodded: "Understood."

He glanced down at the city that was falling, his expression complex.

Then, he changed direction, and the aircraft transformed into a streak of silver light, disappearing into the horizon.

Behind him, the city was being devoured by a frenzy.

One ordinary person after another was tackled, torn apart, and then—

A few minutes later, the bodies of those who had been bitten to death began to convulse.

Then, they stood up again.

The same blood red in their eyes.

The same roar echoed in his throat.

They joined the ranks of the madmen, rushing towards those still fleeing for their lives.

Zombies.

They really are zombies.

Moreover, it is spreading exponentially.

Screams echoed throughout the city.

Nobody knows how it all started.

June 7th, 4731st year of the Yellow Emperor's reign / July, 2033 AD

Deep in the Alps, the headquarters of the Western Self-Salvation Society.

The lights in the core conference room, 300 meters underground, were stark white.

The alloy on the wall remained cold and solid, but none of the twelve people sitting around the round table felt safe.

On the floating screen in front of them, red dots were spreading at a visible speed. Every second, a new city fell, and every second, a new area was marked as an "out-of-control zone."

The air conditioning wasn't on in the meeting room, but everyone felt cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

Henry Morgan sat in the head seat, his hands resting on the table, staring intently at the screen.

His face, which had appeared youthful due to the injection of a weakened version of the Yanhuang Civilization optimization fluid, was now deathly pale.

"How much?" His voice was hoarse.

The intelligence chief sitting opposite him spoke with a trembling voice: "As of ten minutes ago, the number of confirmed uncontrolled injectors worldwide... has exceeded twenty million. Those suspected of being uncontrolled... are impossible to count."

"Twenty million..." someone murmured repeatedly.

"This is just the beginning." The woman's voice was as cold as ice, but a closer listen revealed a tremor beneath the surface. "We have over three hundred million people who have received the injections. Currently, the mutations are mainly affecting the earliest batches; the longer it goes on, the higher the mutation rate will be. In the next few days, in the next few weeks, there will be many more..."

She didn't finish speaking.

But everyone understood what she meant.

More people will turn into monsters.

Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, or even—

All.

"Bang!"

Klaus von Stein slammed his fist on the table, denting a small section of the alloy surface.

His eyes were bloodshot, his veins bulged, and he looked like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"How could this happen?! How could this happen?!" His voice was almost a roar. "Fairman! Where is that bastard Fairman?! Didn't he say there was no problem?! Didn't he say everything was normal?!"

“Fairman…” Mike Jensen’s voice was hoarse, “He…he mutated too.”

P.S.: My darlings, these two chapters were missed in the previous chapters, but they have been added to the previous chapter, which was over 7,000 words long.